Kerouac Lives - 323 Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Kerouac Lives - 323
I'm left just...
Damned alone
Night killing
The sunlight
Know what you mean and it is not easy! But remember as longas there is still poetry and the great capacity to write it,
Sandra, it was not easy for Kerouac to stay up all night long writing all that great literature and poetry. Especially (and most people don't know this) , since he first wrote it in his native French and then translated to English.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/29/2026 5:42:20 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
You will never be really alone.
You are absolutely right, Poetess Friend! Our supportive and encouraging second family at Poem Hunter never makes me feel alone!